Reincarnated as the Fated Villain

Chapter 11: Banquet

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This resumes with Aerra's POV.
—Pchan.

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Chapter 11: Banquet

In my mind's eye, everything is flooding back.

I can see the chains they created to bind me.
They carefully locked the cuffs by my ankle and made damn sure I can never unleash hell back to them.

They are scared of me.
Scared I would hunt them all like the insects they are.

And they left me there to die, left all alone in a deep dark hole under the waters while they revel with the glory of their King that saved them.

But I never died.

I refuse to die.

I'll turn the tide one day.

But there are days when I prayed and hope for these horrors to end. No gods —nor goddesses listened.

But something else heard me.

Water poured and began to fill my lungs. The suffocating feeling filled me. Drowning in a cold and icy grave inside my own body, a cage I cannot yet escape. I clawed at my neck and reached out up above. I can only watch the last bubbles of air exhaust out of me as I screamed.

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"I'm here... it's alright. It's alright. Slowly now, breath. You can do it. You can breath, see?"

I gasped and the sensation of air filling both lobes of my lungs awakened me back to reality.

I wearingly opened my eyes to the familiar view of a blue canopy that welcomed my sight. 
I tried to focus at the flickering light emanating from the lamp beside me, gleaming in a hazy soft light as I try to clear the nerves that clouded my thoughts.
I took another deep breath and it felt like it's my first time to breath again. I swallowed a lump in my throat. My mouth feels dry.

And then a face of a guy slides to my field of vision. I focused my gaze at him. "Eriol?" I mumbled. Even talking proved challenging.

"Yeah, it's me. You're fine. I'm here now. You're safe. Just breath."

My senses began to sink back in. The warm touch of his gentle hand that caresses my head. The comfortingly soft duvet of my bed. The lulling silence in the room. And the careful sounds of my breathing.

I began to relax. "Why are you here?"
But I swallowed my own question back to my throat as I realized I was back inside my bedroom.

Odd, wasn't I trapped with Aeron inside a... what was that place again?

—a dungeon.

I tried to recall the events before I blacked out.

I remember being with Aeron. I remember him trip and stumbled down to the ground and we noticed huge and thick chains at the floor.

I tried to touch it but then it went flaring hot, it scalded the tips of my fingers and then I...

I believe, I passed out after that.

"Eriol?" I turned to him as he kept patting my head. I found my hand locked fingers with his free hand. He gently squeezes when I look up at him. A source of security.